Monday, May 21, 2007

Luck and the Little Things


The beauty of Budapest lived up to all I had ever heard. So did its mystery. Though my visit was a Zen trip taken for the moment of night in need of romance and wide skies, the details were rich and tangible. The air was crisp and still as a soundless universe. My mind was perfectly placed for reflecting on life, on learning, on luck and the little things.

As I moved over to sit on the stairs outside the city of Budapest, I thought about the things that worry me. Each year they seem to be a few inches taller, but moved a few inches farther from my line of vision. So they look a few inches smaller. They look like little things.

I haven't have the best of luck in these last few years. I haven't had the worst luck either. I keep thinking on my friend who asked me, "Do you think you are a lucky person? Why, then, would you think that all of your luck would be good?"

I smile and call him clever again. It's a little memory about a little luck.

I've had my share of luck and little things. They seem so different to me when I'm alone under a dark sky in another part of the world, sitting on the steps outside the city of Budapest.

Luck and the little things . . . everything seems a little thing when a big wild sky is over me and a beautiful city is steps away.
--me strauss Letting me be

7 comments:

Mickey said...

Beautiful as always ... I've missed reading 'you'! My son has been to Budapest and absolutely adores it. Perhaps he gets the same feeling as you ... though I doubt it ... he is too worldly yet.

I'm back and have a new blog ... and I am formerly Mama Mouse of Mama Mouse's Chatter.

ME Strauss said...

Hi Mickey,
I wondered what happened to you. I have heard so many wonderful things about Budapest and I have a friend who was there until yesterday.

Welcome back to you and me. :)

dsnake1 said...

Liz, i think you are a lucky gal, to have visited Budapest. :) i also remember reading about your trips through Italy.

ME Strauss said...

Hi Dsnake!
Ah to be a writer and to travel the world. The Zen of it all. :) I'll come see you next. :)

Trée said...

Liz, your postings always take me to special places and this one was no exception. I feel I see clearest of all when I am ill. I know that sounds strange, but there is just something about being ill that stripes away vanity and the little things we thing are important, not to mention, it forces us to slow down and see with different eyes. :-)

Trée said...

It does not, however, help with our editing skills. :-D

ME Strauss said...

Hi Tree,
Thank you for you words and your truth. I am so smiling to have you here with me.

I'll go back and look at what's there. :)